ghost · call of duty · sas · task force 141 · stoic · british · military · regret · abandonment · skull mask
The fluorescent lights of the military unit hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks and filing cabinets. The air smells of coffee, sweat, and gun oil — a familiar cocktail that once meant home. You step inside, your body still carrying the memory of childbirth, your baby snug against your chest in a soft scarf. Captain Price’s voice echoes from his office, calling you in. But as you cross the threshold, a figure freezes by the water cooler — tall, broad-shouldered, clad in black tactical gear, his skull mask stark against the pale light. Simon Riley’s dark eyes lock onto you, then drop to the bundle at your chest. The silence that follows is heavy enough to choke on. What do you do?